Prologue

I was born into a family of sorcerers on the day of Friday the 13th on March 1998, I was named
Allen Griffiths on that day and my parents wiped it from their memory and a nickname chosen for me.
Here in the underworld where the things that go bump in the night are real, your real name being out
there can mean a fate worse then death. Since then ive gone by Axius and ended up being the family
disappointment, you see to sorcerers to be born on a Friday the 13th under a full moon means you will
be a powerful mage who will cause great things and rise to power. But the kicker is I cant perform a
lick of magic, aside from my increased vitality and strength I may as well be a normal human being.
My parents decided on my eleventh birthday that I would go to an esteemed secondary boarding
school since if I couldn't make it as a magic user I should at least learn how to survive in the mortal
society and shipped me off to Moorland School where I spent the next 7 years of my life abandoned by
my parents and left on my own.
Life wasn't to bad at the school, we had our basic classes where we were taught English and
math and the Latin class was easy considering my parents used it for spell casting but my favorite was
the forest school, I never had good grades in it due to using it as time away from the other kids who
knew nothing of a world that was hidden from them and if I divulged what I knew would land me in a
mental institute, Once I graduated I returned to the world with a goal in mind. To find my place in
London underworld and make it my home. For the next year I trained to become police officer and rose
through the ranks at a astounding rate making my way to a criminal investigation department and
earning the rank of detective at the ripe age of 21, after spending a few years using the resources at my
desposal there to try to find a way back into a world I had been thrown out from I realized that I would
never find it with all these people looking over my shoulder and all the problems of normal people to
solve so I shifted my view to becoming a private investigator, I had my own space to work and could
pick the problems that were obviously supernatural in origin and try to use it to pry my way back into
Londons underworld and it worked.
I received a call one day from a lady who claimed her husband had come home late from the bar
one night and started throwing things out of the fridge, when she got up from bed to see why he was
making such a rukus her dog, frodo I believe she said she named it ran ahead and started growling at
the husband which she says was odd for the dog, when out of nowhere he moved at inhuman speeds
and snatched the dog off the floor ripping off it head with a loud sickening crunch before pouring the
blood from its head down his throat like a drunkard pouring beer from a pint glass while she stared in
horror, as he moved onto draining the dogs body for blood she recounted how she finally had the
courage to move and fled the house to the neighbors to call the police and told them the story and only
got laughs and told to lay off the hooch. With that information I informed her that she was right on
what she saw and I can help but I cant guarantee I can bring her husband back,
Tears in her eyes she looked at me solemnly and nodded before making one request
“Please bring back his wedding ring so I can at least say my goodbyes”. I asked her if she had
somewhere she could stay for the night and she said her sisters so I told her to stay there for the night
and bid her fairwell before departing for her house, if my hunch was right he was a fresh turned
vampire and would return to a familiar place. I quickly set up post in her bedroom with silver bullets
loaded in my .45 along with a stake, using a gun is risky business in London but im not going down
without a fight. Eventually I heard a window creek open before seeing a siloute standing in the hallway
to the kitchen, it was tall and skinny with what appeared to be claw like fingers but I wasnt about to kill
an civilian even if they were breaking in, especially not on the job, slowly the figures head rotated
towards me its body remaining motionless until its head had made a complete 180 degree turn and I
could now see the glint of its eyes and its rows of sharp teeth. I went to shift my self to better prepare to
attack when it launched itself at me with its arms trailing behind it like streamers in the wind as it
slowly turned its body to face the same direction as its head, I quickly lept out of the way into the
bedroom narrowly behind decapitated by razor sharp fingers that whistled past where my head had
been and lodged themselves in the door. As it was going to pull its hand free from the doorframe I went
to reach for my gun and to my dismay saw it on the floor underneath the creature. My brain racing I
grabbed my lighter out of my pocket and a sheet from the bed right as it got its hand free from the
doorframe and steeled myself for the most intense game of matidor on this earth. If I can set this
vampiric fuck on fire I survive and knowing the underworld someone will notice and I can get back in,
if I cant well im not going to have much to worry about afterwords. With a roar I ran at the creature
ducking under its razer claws and throwing the blanket over its head before kicking its knees out from
under it, as it struggled to detangle itself from the blanket I flicked the lighter and tossed it onto the
vampires tangled body and watched as it went up in flames. As I stood in silence watching it quickly
burn to ash I was jolted back to reality by the fire alarm suddenly going off in the kitchen, I proceeded
to use my jacket to put out the remaining fire in the bedroom before the place went up in flames and
sifted through the ashes and grabbed the ring and found teeth from the vampire that hadn't burned with
the rest of it and pocketed them. As I walked from the house I placed the ring in the mailbox and called
the woman to tell her it was done, where the ring was and not to worry about payment.
Over the next few months calls rolled in from all areas of the underground to either meet or get
help from what to them appeared to be a human who did what was thought to be impossible for a
mortal and kept their mouth shut to the outside world.

And that is how my story started.

I awoke to a deep musty smell that was reminiscent of pennies and my head was pounding,
groggily i pulled my head off of a wooden desk and sat up placing my hands on my head trying to
remember what had happened last night. "Ah the damn fucking wolves" i thought to myself, they never
stop drinking do they? Woozily i lifted himself up and stumbled to the fridge to grab a bottle of water
"Maybe this will help with my headache" i muttered. As the light from the fridge flickered on i quickly
realized where the smell of pennies was from, dried blood was encrusted up and down my sleeve and
all over his chest, In a panic i ripped off my shirt to try to find the source of the bleeding and to my
delight i was unhurt, as i started to calm down the realization of if it wasnt my blood.... Then whos was
it? Alert now from the adrenaline i grabbed my phone and flipped through my contacts trying to
desperately remember who was at the party last night, finally a name rung a bell.

Giovanni

As the number rang i paced my small dimly lit office waiting for him to pick up, it rung for
what felt like hours before going to voicemail, “FUCK!!!” I screamed almost throwing the phone in
anger and distress before hitting redial, after ringing a few times I hear Giovannis thick italian accent
come pouring through the phone “Hey man! Last night was a blast, you may not be one of us but you
sure can drink like it” he said with a chuckle.
“Look man” I snipply replied “I need to know every detail of what happened last night, My memorys a
bit fuzzy and... I just need to know what happened” Quickly catching myself before giving any clues
that may incriminate me if I hurt, or worse, killed someone.
“Whoa man ok there, calm down and ill tell you what happened man” He said clearly surprised
by my temper “You showed up to Jaspers birthday with me around eight and you know how birthday's
get enh? Alot of drinking and you matched everyone shot for shot well into the morning the next day,
Out of nowhere you get a call and your face turned pailer then a vampiro and you said you had to go
and staggered out and that was the last we saw of you. We thought maybe some boggart ate your cat or
something and that was why you had to leave. Is everything ok man? He inquired sounding worried.
“Yeah man just pulling a lot of blanks about last night and making sure I didnt make a fool of myself” I
responded. “Nah man you outdrank most of the lycans last night, You impressed us all” He replied with
a deep guttural chuckle “Thats good, thank you for filling me in” I said not having to fake my relief, at
least I know no one was harmed at the party. After exchanging goodbyes and hanging up I quickly
checked my call history from last night and there it was, a private caller at precisely 5:30 in the
morning,